Page 37 of Lost Companion

“Hello, Rath. How long was I out?”

“Three days. We are nearly to Hebor. How are you feeling?” He got up from his desk and came to sit on the bed, taking her hand.

“A little unbalanced? Um, so we...”

“We did. The first time is always a little awkward.”

She rubbed the back of her neck. “I think I fell asleep before we were done.”

She looked at him sheepishly.

“You fell asleep when you were tired. I remained inside you until I couldn’t be there any longer.” He ran his thumb along her wrist.

Riley took inventory. “I think I need a shower, a trip to the lav, and a clean outfit.”

He smiled. “Do you want help?”

“Help me stand, and I will let you know from there.”

Rath chuckled and helped her stand and take a few steps. Riley took the necessary steps to the lav and closed the door. She was in mid-pee when the door opened, but Rath wasn’t there.

He spoke from his desk. “Get used to it. You in a restroom fills me with anxiety.”

She snorted and finished up, she took a flash shower, and then walked out naked and looked for clothing. She found a simple dress that was a little on the clear side and pulled it on.

Riley looked around. “You hid my boots?”

“You will have footwear when I am free to take you for a walk on the ship.”

“Fine. What do I do in the meantime?”

The food dispenser chimed. Rath pointed at the food dispenser. It was at the wrong angle. “Wait. Am I taller?”

Rath grinned. “The fabricator is working on a new set of boots.”

“So, I am taller?”

He stood up and walked up to her. Where she had been below nipple height, she was now up to his collarbone. “What the hell?”

He grinned. “Riley, this is part of being a consort. My body is altering yours for maximum compatibility and longevity. This also lets me feed from you more efficiently.”

Riley looked down, and her body was tight with muscle, her breasts were about the same size, and she felt good. “This explains the balance issue.”

He chuckled. “I am glad you are not too upset.”

“Ranna is going to be pissed. It was way too easy for her to get me in a headlock before.”

Rath sighed. “My daughter will not be engaging in horseplay with you.”

“What about if I tackle her?”

He slapped his hand over his face. “Wait until after you have produced a brother or sister for her, no matter how many decades it takes.”

“Decades. Right.”

He gave her a funny look. “Why do you say it that way?”

“How much did this situation slow my endocrine system?”

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